Open
These eyes are clear
And faint with disillusion
Plain to see that you’re gone
And never were there
Hide these actions and lines
Which connect what we do
Blind to virtual worlds
And take me with you
Is this making you blind
When you see through these eyes
With these hands I bind
The promise of mind
Sounds and images for digestion
Pieces for construction
Create and receive
Can we agree?
Would you believe me if i told you?
This is what I am
This is not what I was
Will you take this mind
And leave it all behind
Promise to let it go
This space between our eyes
Honest
These things will fall
And never be broken
Let this be the last
Time we do this dance
Time to say goodbye
Gut-churning, violent, and intense. A hellish soundscape made moreso with the addition of bits of foley and ambiance, like a snippet of audio from a piece of video evidence attached to a homicide, or a gritty, dark thriller (the audio clips taken directly from No Country for Old Men don't hurt that descriptor.) To put it bluntly, this music wants to hurt me. TigerLily
You gotta love a band that has a great sense of humor, and slays this hard to back it up. Was fortunate enough to see them live, and words cannot explain how versatile Coady and Jared are on stage. They make more damn noise with just drums and bass than any other band I've seen. Side question--does Coady have to replace his drum skins after every show? The man hits like a truck! Praise the almighty BB! Hank